Can one be more to be pitied?
No, never did one have to fear
A torture equal to mine.
You are leaving me.... but listen.
Do not leave me with this doubt.
Ah! cruel one! one more thing! add....
Cruel one, add to my misfortune.
Ah! my pain is too strong;
Despair carries me away,
I yield to my sorrow.

FONTALBE (clasping her in his arms)

Bélinde! calm your senses, I am listening to you. Could it really be possible that you were not married!

BELINDE.

But who told you this imposture? someone other than Fontalbe! Can you think it?

SCENE VII.

FONTALBE, BÉLINDE, BLAISE,

in braided clothing & looking every bit the sailor.

BLAISE. (running up)

My dear wife, I have not found...

FONTALBE.

His wife!

BELINDE.

Oh heaven, at such a moment!... (she makes signs to him.)

BLAISE.

(Aside) This is apparently the Governor, let us support her. (aloud) No, my dear wife: & I will tell you, my dear wife... Mr. Governor, if it is you, I present to you my wife. (low to Bélinde) Oh! I understand your signs well.

FONTALBE. (to Blaise who remains stupefied)

Wretch!

BELINDE.

Do not believe... a moment of grace.